The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-30
THE WOES OF MILL1oNAIREs.
Deception About Their Happiness
jay Gould on the Rack.

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Jay Gould on the Rack.
New YORK, May 2S.-Jay Gould was not
an object of serenity, tranquility and ease
when the government investigators had him
on the rack the other day. He announced
at the beginning that he would have to
speak in a low tone, as he was suffering
from neuralgia But il was not neuralgia
that disturbed him. When he entered the
room there were no traces of it. and as he
sat for half an hour waiting his turn he
was apparently as well a man as could be
found. But when he sank into the chair
and realized that he was in for rigid in
vestigation at last, one that would lay his
methods bare and expose the deal that had
added millions TO his fortune his hands
shook, and his first answers were given with
the half checked utterance that can never
be mistaken for anything else than fear.
L believe that there is more deception
about the happiness of the average million
aire than the most skeptical OF US imagine
Last Sunday / went 10 a Baptist church
presided over by an old-fashioned clergy
man whom heard first when l was years
old He isn't exactly the fashion. but he
| breaches sermons of the good old orthodox
| style that are to me more acceptable than
the vain frippery and resonant conceit of
| the two preachers who are Just now the
idols of the town. The usher took me half
way up the aisle, and | sat down behind a
man who was perhaps IS years of age. he
wore the conventional frock coat l was
struck first by the magnificent contour of
| his head. 1t might have been modelled after
that of the greatest of the Caesars. But he
looked very much out of health. His skin was
colorless, his eyes heavy and his brow
wrinkled. From every quarter of the
church eyes were strained at him from time
to time. What struck me particularly was
| his restlessness. 1t seemed ON utter impos-
sibility for him to remain quiet even for an
| instant. He shifted his seat, twisted his
head and twitched his fingers all through
the service. / have no doubt he would
have resented such a sentiment on my part,
but must say that | pitied him-and be-
tween you and me its an exceedingly pleas
ant thing to be able to pity a man who is
worth 100000 600 Mr. Rockefeller is the
head of the Standard Oil Company and one
of the rich men of the world, but | would
not take his nervousness, responsibility and
ill-health if the capital stock of the whole of
the big monopoly went with it.
Another millionaire who is somewhat
known sits about in hotel corridors and
cafes, lonely, Grabbed and curt. One after
one his friends have left him, till now not
even an old schoolfellow looks at him as he
passes by. He is a rank drunkard and
nothing more. The vice has brought out all
that is repulsive in his character and driven
even his family from him.
Russell Sage entered an elevated car the
other day and sank into a seat near the door,
looking like frowsy and ill-kempt farmer.
| wondered at the time if the volley of i'll
natured remarks that greeted his arrival
reached the Old misor's ears
Perhaps poverty has some advantages
after all. BLAKELY HALL.